Poetry In a Bubble - Try This On For Size
A poem bubbling
Inside me,
won't keep still
wants to be free,
to soothe me like
a lullaby,
flowing with a happy melody
coing and singing
wants to dance too...
Come on,
Take my hand...
Lets glide into the night
We will be the stars
Our laughter will take flight
Filling the sky.
Ah! So much for dreams and
A poem wanting to be aLullaby!
March 12, 2012
10:49
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